Moral of the story: Honesty is the best policy
So this guy texted my friend and asked her if he should ask me out. To get him off my back, she basically lied to him and said that I was seeing someone at home. But that wasn’t a good enough answer for him. I knew he was going to ask me out, so I hid in my room for a couple days. Every time before I opened the door, I would check the peep hole. One day my friend was in my room and stole my ID when he left. Seconds after, someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was my friend with my ID, I opened the door and it was this guy that wanted to ask me out. He turned beet red. My friend witnessed the whole thing. He asked if we could go out on a date sometime. I said, “I don’t know; I can’t this weekend.” I found out he was talking to other people about our date and how he was going to cook for me in the dorms with a Dutch oven. He wanted to plan this legit date and was asking everyone for advice. A week goes by and I didn’t talk to him and he just assumed we were going on a date the next weekend. So he Facebooked me and asked if I had any allergies because he was planning what we’re doing next weekend. I said, “Well, about that. I still have a thing for a guy at home. So it wouldn’t be fair to you.” It was a bad excuse. He said “No, I still want to try.” Then he said something like, “I don’t like talking on Facebook.” He said he was going come up to my room. I said I was busy and it wasn’t a good time but he didn’t reply to any of what I said and I immediately heard a knock on my door. I was Skyping with one of my friends and he just sat there and didn’t say a word the whole time. It all went downhill from there. In his rage of my denial, he launched an ice-cream cone at my window and talked crap about me for the rest of the year. Good thing he transferred.
Moral of the story: “Let’s just be friends” doesn’t mean friends with benefits
About two months after I broke up with my boyfriend of three years because of his pathological lying and suspicious obsession with one of my friends, I was Skyping him. He kept saying, “Let me just come hang out with you,” but I kept telling him he didn’t need to. He insisted that I needed him because I was “so lonely” and that we could just hang out “as friends.” Within an hour (he’s from Mt. Pleasant) he was at my dorm. I went to let him in and the instant I opened the door he was all over me. It was like a magnet. Still standing in the doorway, he was trying to make out with me. I kept trying to push him off me and tell him to stop but he wouldn’t shut up. He kept rambling about how much he missed me and how badly he needed me back–how he can’t live without me anymore. I felt awkward because we were in the stairwell still so I tried to at least get him into the hallway. We went up the stairs to my floor and when I opened the door, he slammed it shut and pushed me against the wall. He got down on his knees and asked me to marry him (no ring, mind you; it was very spur of the moment). He was practically in tears he was so emotionally compromised. I kept covering his mouth to get him to stop talking because I didn’t know who was listening. I was in total shock and didn’t know what to do with him. We finally got to my room (which was probably a bad idea) and he was giving me a spiel about how he was doing a “lot of thinking” and how I should really take him back. I was not being very responsive so he came and sat next to me on the bed. From there it just got ugly. To keep it PG, he was putting his hands where they were not supposed to be. I kept refusing his advances, but he couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to be with him. He asked me to give him three good reasons not to do it. I said, “Because I don’t’ want to.” He looked away thinking and turned back to say, “OK, two more.” Luckily it didn’t go too far being that I was ready to kick him in the groin. He finally gave up and sat next to me pouting. We made awkward small talk for a few more minutes when he decided he “should probably leave.” So much for spending the whole day together “as friends.” Sounded more like a booty call. About a month later, he sent me a Facebook message retracting his “previous marriage proposal.”
Moral of the story: Don’t let your mom set you up on blind dates
This past summer I was set up on a blind date by my mom and her co-worker. I was skeptical about the whole situation from the beginning. My mom’s sense of judgment can be a little off at times. The day of the date rolled around and I had a flood of emotions overcoming me. My date picked me up at 6 p.m. and took me out to a local pizza joint. The date started off fine asking casual questions. It finally got to the point when we started to ask each other about our interests. Let’s just say the date should have ended there. Everything I said that I liked or enjoyed, he was the complete opposite. I explained how I love summer, the beach and the lake and that I would love to have a house on the water. He responded explaining that he did not like summer. He loved winter, winter sports and would never enjoy living on the lake. Needless to say, I would say up and he would say down. Also while we were at the restaurant, a man from the table next to us asked if this was our first date because he had been observing us and he said that we both looked uncomfortable. If that’s not embarrassing that the guy next to you can tell that the date isn’t going well then I don’t know what is. We left the restaurant and as he drove me home. I tried to lighten up the mood by making jokes. He didn’t laugh at anything I said. He then dropped me off at home. The date lasted an hour and a half. It was the shortest date I have ever been on. I walked in the door and my parents were in shock that I was home so early and I was embarrassed to be walking in so early. Let’s just say in the end it was a very awkward date and we never spoke again. I think that will be the last time I let my mom set me up on a blind date.